beloved iv

absence
makes the heart
wither,
fondness in presence,
yours alert mirth,
wit
of your face,
its knowing
innocence
embracing us,
its knowing love
the last garden
left to us.
let our shadows
sleep,
our eyes awakened
by the new dawn,
its light
guiding us
to the safety
of a wisdom
where no furies
fester in the dust
of the past.